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Cameron slumped on her couch, flipping through the five news-only channels that her cable subscription paid for. The news stations were obsessively covering the whole Calloway Corp scandal, talking heads shouting about corporate greed and personal liability. She had the TV on mute, because she couldn’t hear another minute of it.
She stopped flipping, watching the clip of Spencer Calloway heading out across the tarmac to his private plane. She’d seen it before. Everyone had seen it by now.
The clip was blurry, but she could easily make out the unmistakable sight of the senior Calloway leaving the United States. The words MANHUNT: WHERE IS SPENCER CALLOWAY NOW?? were splashed across the screen.
In the ten days since the story had broken, it seemed like everything had happened at hyper
